It was impossible to breathe when he looked at you like that.

Jeon Jungkook — the youngest, most ruthless CEO the company had ever seen — sat at his massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled under his chin, sharp eyes fixed solely on you.

You swallowed hard and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, your hands tightening around the clipboard you carried.

Yn: You called for me, sir?

 You asked softly, not quite meeting his gaze.

Jungkook’s lips quirked slightly — a smile that never quite reached his eyes.

Jk: I did,

He said, his voice a low, commanding purr that sent a shiver down your spine.

jk:Come here.

You took a cautious step forward, heart thundering in your chest.

His office was too big, too intimidating.

And Jungkook — sitting there in his black tailored suit, a silver watch gleaming on his wrist, the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone — looked every bit the predator you feared he might be.

Jk: You’ve been avoiding me,

he said, voice dropping an octave as his eyes roamed over you, lingering.

Yn: N-no, sir, you stammered.

 Yn: I’ve just been... busy with the reports

JK: Busy,

he repeated slowly, almost amused.

He stood up from his chair, moving with predatory grace around the desk.

 You instinctively stepped back — only to find yourself trapped between him and the edge of the desk behind you.

Jungkook tilted his head, studying you.

Jk: I don't like being ignored, Y/n,

he said, voice soft but dangerous.

Jk: And I especially don't like my secretary thinking she can hide from me.

You couldn't meet his gaze — it was too intense, too heavy — so you stared at his chest instead, at the way his shirt stretched slightly over his toned body.

Jk: You work for me,

he continued, his hand lifting — slowly, deliberately — to brush a fingertip along the hem of your sleeve, barely grazing your skin.

jk: Which means your attention...

His fingers trailed higher, ghosting along your arm, making you tremble.

jk: ...belongs to me.

You gasped softly, feeling your knees weaken under his touch.

Jk: You understand that, don't you,

sweetheart?

 Jungkook murmured, his face so close now you could feel his breath against your cheek.

You nodded quickly, too overwhelmed to speak.

But that wasn’t enough for him.

Jk: Say it,

 He ordered, voice dark and possessive.

jk:Say you belong to me.

Your heart raced, so violently you thought you might faint.

jk: I... I belong to you, sir, you whispered.

His smile turned feral.

Good girl.

The morning the new employee arrived, you barely had time to breathe.

Jimin — fresh out of grad school, all bright smiles and easy charm — was assigned to the marketing department.

And you, as the CEO’s secretary, had been asked to help onboard him, show him around the building, explain the company's procedures.

Of course, you agreed.

Of course, you were polite and patient — answering every question, offering gentle smiles, laughing softly when he made jokes.

You didn’t notice the heavy stare from the top-floor glass windows.

You didn’t notice Jungkook, standing in his office, arms crossed, jaw ticking as he watched you.

But the rest of the building noticed.

The CEO’s fury was palpable.

Later that afternoon, you were in the small break room with Jimin, explaining how the report filing system worked.

You leaned over slightly, pointing at a spreadsheet on a tablet —

and Jimin, smiling, leaned a little closer to hear you better.

It was innocent.

You were just trying to be helpful.

But suddenly, a deep, cold voice cut through the air.

jungkook: Y/n.

You both turned.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable — except for the dangerous glint in his eyes.

yn: Sir, you said quickly, straightening up.

His gaze flicked to Jimin briefly — dismissive, cutting — before snapping back to you.

jungkook: I need you, he said, tone clipped. jungkook: Now.

You blinked.

yn: But sir, I was just—

jungkook: Now, he repeated, sharper, leaving no room for argument.

You shot Jimin an apologetic look before quickly following Jungkook out of the break room.

He said nothing as he led you down the hall, past curious stares from the other employees.

His strides were long and angry, forcing you to practically jog to keep up.

Finally, he yanked open the door to his private office, pulling you inside —

and slamming the door shut behind you.

You flinched at the sound.

Before you could speak, Jungkook was in front of you, his body towering over yours, the air between you thick with tension.

jungkook: What were you doing with him? he demanded, voice low and dangerous.

You stared up at him, wide-eyed.

yn: I—I was just explaining the filing system, you stammered.

yn; Sir, he’s new, he needed help—

jungkook: He doesn't need you to hold his hand, Jungkook growled.

You swallowed hard, feeling the heavy weight of his jealousy pressing down on you.

jungkook: You belong in my office,

he said, his hand coming up to grip your waist, pulling you closer — just enough to feel the heat radiating off his body.

jungkook: Not giggling and whispering with some pathetic intern.

You felt your cheeks burn.

Yn: I wasn't—

jungkook: You’re mine,

he hissed, his forehead resting against yours now, his hands caging you against the door.

jungkook: Every smile, every look — it’s mine. No one else gets to have it. No one else gets to have you.

You tereble under his touch.

Jungkook: You understand? he whispered, his nose brushing against yours.

yn: I... I understand, sir, you whispered back, barely able to breathe.

He stared at you for a long moment — eyes wild, possessive, desperate — before forcing himself to step back, letting out a shaky breath.

jungkook: Good, he muttered

Jungkook: Now... get back to your desk. I want you where I can see you.

You returned to your desk just outside Jungkook’s office, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure everyone could hear it.

Your hands shook slightly as you tried to focus on your computer screen, pretending you didn’t feel the heavy weight of his gaze through the glass wall.

Every few minutes, you could feel it —

his eyes locked onto you, dark and unreadable.

You avoided looking at him.

You tried.

But when you finally stole a glance upward...

you caught him leaning back in his leather chair, one hand resting against his mouth, just watching you.

Like he was debating something dangerous.

You quickly looked away, cheeks burning.

An hour later, as you were sorting through files, you heard his voice again through the intercom.

jungkook: Y/n. In my office. Now.

Your hands fumbled the papers, your heart immediately leaping into your throat.

You quickly stood up and entered his office, closing the door behind you.

Jungkook was standing by the large window, the city lights painting his figure in a soft, golden glow.

He didn’t turn around when you entered.

You stood there awkwardly, wringing your hands.

jungkook: You’re avoiding me, he said quietly.

You opened your mouth to deny it — but no words came out.

Because it was true.

Jungkook: I don’t like it, Jungkook continued, finally turning to face you. His expression was serious, intense.

Jungkook: I don’t like you pretending you don’t feel this.

You swallowed hard, stepping back without realizing it —

only for him to close the distance between you in two long strides.

He stopped just inches away.

His hand came up slowly — so slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted —

and brushed a loose strand of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear.

You froze, your skin tingling from the lightest touch.

Jungkook: Do you have any idea, Jungkook murmured, his voice low and dangerous,

jungkook: what it does to me... seeing you smile at someone else?

Your breath hitched.

yn: I—I'm just doing my job, you whispered.

He gave a humorless chuckle, shaking his head.

Jungkook: Your job, he repeated, voice dripping with something almost... bitter.

jungkook: My job is to run a billion-dollar company.

He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours.

jungkook: But all I can think about is you.

Your knees nearly gave out at the confession.

The tension between you was unbearable now — hot, suffocating, electric.

He stared down at you, his eyes searching your face — for fear, for rejection, for anything that would tell him to stop.

But all he saw was you —

breathless, trembling, eyes wide and waiting.

Something inside him snapped.

In one sudden, desperate move, Jungkook's hand gripped your jaw gently but firmly, tilting your face up —

and without thinking —

without hesitating —

he crashed his lips against yours.

It was rough.

It was messy.

It was everything both of you had been holding back for far too long.

You gasped into the kiss, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shirt for balance.

He pulled you even closer, one hand sliding around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head like he was afraid you'd disappear.

Finally — finally — you felt the full force of his obsession, his possessiveness, his desperate need for you.

And you realized...

You were just as ruined for him.

Jungkook finally tore his lips from yours, both of you gasping for breath.

He didn’t move far —

only enough to look at you, to study your flushed cheeks, your swollen lips, the dazed look in your eyes.

Something primal flickered across his face.

And just like that —

he knew.

You were his.

Not just in his head.

Not just in some fantasy.

You were real. You wanted him, too.

And he would never, ever let you go.

The next day at work, you felt the shift instantly.

It wasn’t just tension now.

It was ownership.

Wherever you went, you could feel his eyes burning into you.

If another male employee even looked at you, Jungkook’s jaw would clench so hard you thought his teeth might break.

When Jimin — sweet, clueless Jimin — stopped by your desk to ask another question, Jungkook didn’t even pretend to hide it this time.

He stormed out of his office, came right up behind you —

and placed a hand firmly on the back of your chair, leaning over you in a way that was completely unnecessary.

Jungkook: Problem here?

Jungkook asked smoothly, but his voice was laced with pure threat.

Jimin paled slightly, stammering something about

Jimin: just a quick question

before practically sprinting away.

You turned your head slowly to look up at Jungkook.

He was still leaning over you, so close you could smell the familiar, expensive scent of his cologne.

So close you could feel the warmth of his body.

yn: You’re scaring him, you whispered.

Jungkook: Good,

Jungkook murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You shivered.

Jungkook: You’re mine,

he said, so softly that only you could hear.

Jungkook: I’m not sharing.

Before you could respond — before your brain could even function — he straightened up and went back into his office like nothing happened.

Leaving you sitting there, heart hammering, face burning, thighs pressed tightly together under your desk.

Then his obssesion It only got worse

Meetings?

He made you sit next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder, so close you could barely focus.

Business dinners?

His hand would rest lightly on your lower back whenever someone else tried to talk to you too long.

Lunch breaks?

Forget about eating with your coworkers — Jungkook would call you into his office for some "urgent paperwork" —

but you both knew it was just an excuse to have you all to himself.

He was possessive, yes.

But it wasn’t just anger or jealousy.

It was devotion.

It was obsession.

He looked at you like you were his last breath of air.

Like if anyone else even thought about touching you, he would burn the world down.

And deep down...

you loved it.

You loved the way his walls crumbled around you.

You loved how the cold, untouchable CEO melted into something raw and real only for you.

You loved him.

Even if neither of you had said the words yet...

They were there.

In every look.

Every touch.

Every stolen kiss behind closed doors.

You were his.

And he was yours.